Grga Pitic: "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Nambawan!

From the Woodlands of the York Peninsula
To the coastal regions of southern Australia
A koala clings to the bark of a tree
A bellowing male, delighted of a mating spree
An ash-coloured creature of wondrous prints
And eyes so puny in seldom squints
Far far up north, a bear stands in its might
With stark eyed vision, and smell as an eagle’s sight
Stocky legs, protruding snout and a waggling tail
A beast of the jungle, thus a revered male

A noble creature of western descent
A soft grey koala, cries of a brio spent
A throat of eucalypt all year round
And many more hours of sleep so sound

On a bank of a river, a bear lays his table
With a salmon in his mouth, and paws not so affable
A slicing dive and colossal stroking
Reveals to him; a school of salmon fleeing

But the koala thinks himself a bear, and lest he forgets
That a wombat stares at him with jealous regrets;
At his fluffy ears on an aged body
A sagging outlook to be denied in an animals’ orgy.

Winter looms, and dormancy beckons.
The end of a prime, the bear surely reckons
“If only I was a koala, to stay all year round
To savour the clout, that my heart’s surely found”

But the koala thinks himself a bear, a koala bear
A bear in its mind, of will and fear.
“In a world so complex, humility is mocked,
So I send my imaginations to a place I will be frocked.”

  Asiedu Benneh Mar 25, 2014 1:38 AM